DAD.
every noise
crash
snap
or shout
followed by a jump
or a yelp or a flinch
arms
wrapped around my body
thinking—
it’s back then
I’m 9 again
crying on the porch
blank wall, frozen
while he screams
and screams and screams and screams
in the yellow light.
thank you for making me afraid.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
My family
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